Growing up in Arkansas, I remember in first grade at a parent teacher conference my first grade teacher told my mom that prisons were of people her son. I never liked to raise my hand or still and wait for orders from adults that all seemed as confused as any of kids were; but at least we still played and had fun and I always loved pushing the boundaries of all situations; much more impulsively back then when I was young, however. I recognize my recalcitrance and love of manipulating language, now; as an ability to change the world both inside and out. I don't seek out the consequences of speaking up to those who look down on me; but unfortunately I can't help sometimes and it's fun having those in positions of power using jail and others means all because I'm not here in life to accept and do as I am told. This doesn't make or a criminal either. But it certainly makes me a target.